leather and jeans, garage glamorous, not sure what it means

[praesedi]

"I'm just dropping something off at a mate's and then stopping by the office for a bit to meet with the new freelance photographer." Logan spoke into the phone as he stepped out of the lift on Mike's floor, explaining his scheduled plans to the person on the other line. "What? Yeah, it's something I have to do in person. Who? Just someone who'

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[trendy_chriss]

Chriss was miffed, she wasn't getting the result she wanted. She would have thought that Lisa would give off a more feminine, and dare she hope, a sensual vibe once she was in a dress. At least Mike looked like he was putting his naturally inherent scowl to good use, if only he was less intense with the anger he was directing at Lisa. But at the moment, the two were more or less occupied with awkwardly trying to figure out where their limbs belonged between themselves.

"Oh come on, where's that great chemistry we saw earlier in the bedroom?"

[assuesco]

So far, Lisa was only comfortable with placing her arms around Mike's neck or her hands on his arms, nothing else. It was her attempt to keep things strictly PG.

Lisa turned her head to the other side, noticing a figure that wasn't there before. Her eyes met Logan's, who was standing in the middle of the flat grinning widely at her with his cell phone out. Lisa could feel a blush creeping up on her face so she dropped her head in an effort to hide it, cursing every deity she could name. This photoshoot was rapidly becoming some kind of a spectator sport.

Although she knew Andy was focusing on them with her camera, and despite many warnings to stop talking, she still spoke with a volume only Mike could hear. "Do Hit Wizards assassinate? Kill me right now."

[be_like_mike]

"What?" Mike pulled his attention from serious concentration and confusion as to where to place his hands on the fridge on either side of her head and met her eyes. He heard Andy huff and stop shooting.

[scandalous_andy]

"Seriously?" she asked, walking up to the two of them. "Lisa, if you're going to distract him at least aim for his libido." She put her camera down on the counter and grabbed one of Mike's arms. She pulled his hand from the refrigerator and put it on Lisa's hip, gathering up the dress material and pinning it under his fingers. It pulled up her hem quite a bit. "Here," she demanded. "You two act like preschoolers." She tilted Lisa's chin towards the crowd and pressed Mike's face into her neck. "Work with me, children," she almost pleaded and turned to grab her camera to start shooting again.

As she crouched down and took focus she instructed, "Lisa, try closing your eyes. Open your mouth, Mike."